Safety

Chapter 19.

chapter 19.

Enjoyyyy. ~Taylor

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Songs for this chapter are -

Aftermath by Adam Lambert

(I really love this song and it fits this chapter so well! I might even consider making this the high school theme song.)

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"You're perfect, angel." He murmured against my lips and my breathing faltered. My heart melted for a few seconds before horror replaced that. Because the word angel sounded so familiar..

"There's my angel." I remembered Lucas saying as he leaned into me. And that's when my body jolted and I pulled away from Harry's mouth, the back of my head hitting the wall behind me that I was pressed against.

I looked up into Harry's eyes to see them filled with confusion. My eyes flickered down to his swollen lips, and back to his eyes.

"Clara?" He said in a soft tone. "What's wrong?"

I tried to avoid his eyes, looking down at his hands that were wrapped around the bottom of my thighs to keep me up. My legs were wrapped around his waist.

"Nothing. Can you set me down?" I murmured, not meeting his eyes. He let out a defeated sigh finally, lowering me so I could plant my feet on the ground. Once I was standing again, Harry dropped his hands to his sides, taking a step back from me.

"Was...was it something I did?" He asked cautiously. I finally met his wide eyes, and took a deep breath. He didn't deserve to be so worried. Especially when he was worried about me.

"No..no.." I trailed off, not really thinking of what to say. The images of Lucas pressed against me gave me déjà-vu of how Harry had me against his bedroom wall.

"I'm just scared." I whispered, closing my eyes. I didn't even realized that tears were clouding my eyes, and when I squeezed them shut a few tears dripped down my cheeks, making them damp. I lifted up my hands to cover my face, not wanting to show Harry how much of a crybaby I was.

"Oh..Clara.." Harry sighed, sounding comforting surprisingly. He stepped back toward me and took my hands in his, bringing them down from my face. I looked up at him, his eyes holding so much intensity that I felt self-conscious.

"Scared about what exactly?" He asked me, probably already knowing my answer. How did he not know?

I pulled away from him, stepping out from his tall figure leaning into me and walked over to sit on his bed. I really needed to sit and think, but to mainly calm down. Every time I even think of Lucas my heartbeat increases to an unhealthy rate.

Harry followed me and sat next to me, the bed dipping down as he sat. He scooted closer to me so that our legs were touching. I looked down at my feet that hung over the bed and swung them back and forth.

"I really just think I'm going crazy." I started, to which Harry opened his mouth immediately, shaking his head. I knew he was mad because he had just tried to convince me that I wasn't (in a way that I very much enjoyed), but I can't just feel happy that fast. It's going to take a lot more convincing from a lot more people than just Harry.

"I don't know. I had déjà-vu a second ago from when I...imagined...Lucas. It just scared me. You probably think I'm a freak." I looked up at him, giving him a sad smile. I probably looked pathetic.

"Hey," He said, reaching out with his hand to grab mine, lacing our fingers together. "You're not crazy. It's perfectly normal to be scared. I would be scared too. I think you're being way braver than you think about this." He squeezed my hand that was in his, and I smiled at his compliment. My smile soon faded.